Ink Stain

Summary: Jake and Samara are together again for the first time in years and everything will be alright now. They deserve it, right? When strange visitors come to Forks, Billy Black and Charlie Swan are put in the hospital. Now, Samara's past is brought to the light and the secrets Jacob knew she always hid are darker then he could have ever imagined. Lies, betrayals and the return of old friends and enemies, turn Forks Washington and the surrounding area into a battle ground, where the fate of all the immortals will be decided. This is the sequel to Watermark Book two of the Imprints of Life series Final Chapter posted.

15. Nerves

Jacob stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at his mate worriedly. He had woken up this morning to her kissing him, a moment soon ruined when she suddenly sprinted to the bathroom.

Her voice was now echoing strangely from the toilet bowl.

"Nerves," he said slowly. "Samara, you don't have to do this."

She got shakily to her feet. "Yeah I do."

"This can wait-"

"It can't!"

Jacob sighed and took her arm, leading her back to the bedroom and sitting her down on the bed. He knelt in front of her. "Look, I know you have to do this, but-"

"But what? Jake, I have to get this done. Your father-"

"My father had a chance to live!" he roared, getting to his feet and punching the wall so hard that the room shook.

"Jacob...so have I."

He kept his back to her and ran his hand through his hair.

"I have to do this before my parents get here." She got to her feet. "Hopefully they haven't found out about this. The witches I mean."

"We'll take care of them," Jacob said softly.

Samara stared at his back as he looked out the window. Finally she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his back. "What is it?"

He put his hands over hers. "Nothing. You do what you need to do."

"You're hiding something."

"I-"

"You are. What is it? Tell me."

He turned around and gripped her shoulders, looking directly in her eyes. "If I tell you, then you will have to make the hardest decision you will ever have to make."

"Tell me."

Jacob shook his head. "Your-oh God-" he ran his hand over his face and paced a few steps before he turned back to her- "I should tell you. You should have to make this decision if you don't-you're going to have a baby."

"You were going to let my-our-baby die." She didn't sound angry like he thought she would, she sounded...lost.

"No. Never. It-I didn't know how to tell you. You would have gone through with it anyway. At least if I didn't tell you then you would not have to live with guilt if anything bad happened."

Her breathing had picked up and she sunk to the bed again. "But-oh goddess." She buried her face in her hands. He sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him.

"I'm sorry."

"No. Don't be. It's only half your fault." She laughed a little on the last part, before her mouth went into a straight hard line. "Take me to Edward."

"Why?"

"I need to do some last minute preparations."

"Sure." He did sound convinced. When they went downstairs, Seth was there with Sally.

"Take good care of them," Samara told him.

He nodded and took a firm hold on her little sister's hand as she left quickly.

Jacob drove her in silence. He watched her out of the corner of his eye and caught her putting her hand over her stomach protectively more then once. He stopped in front of the Cullen's large house and she was out of the car in two seconds flat. Jacob nearly fell on his face in his rush to stop her from doing anything rash.

Samara walked quickly up the path and banged on the door. Esme answered it.

"Samara," she said surprised.

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"Edward. I have to talk to him."

Esme stepped aside and Samara entered. Edward was eyeing her like she was going to attack him.

"You son of a-" She didn't finish her sentence before she was standing directly in front of him. Her palms were glowing red her eyes were completely red and livid.

"You need to relax," he said.

"Relax? You were going to let me go and kill my baby!"

Silence and Edward swallowed. "What would you have had be do?" he asked.

"Give me the choice!"

"Why, so you would save everyone and knowingly put your unborn child in danger? I did what I thought was right."

"You don't have the right!" she screamed.

"Samara..." It was Esme. "You need to relax. Please relax." The woman came up and touched her shoulders. Samara shuddered, but the light around her palms went out.

"Why is this happening?" she whispered, before collapsing into the woman's arms.

Esme held her, staring daggers at Edward as the rest of the Cullens came into the room.

"What happened?" Rosalie asked. "Oh."

Jacob was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, watching Esme stroke Samara's hair.

"It's okay, sweetie."

"It's not...not at all."

"I know," Esme murmured.

"I have to stop them. I have to. They won't stop and if they knew I would not try to stop them, they would attack again unless I did what they wanted."

"I don't know what to say. I know the pain of loosing a child. You have to do what you think is right."

"They could kill them all. My family, the pack, everyone."

"I'm not about to go down that easy," Jacob said from behind. He knelt down and Esme got to her feet.

"What's going on," Carlisle whispered to Emmett.

"Dogs, can procreate."

"Never knew you could use that big of word," Jasper griped.

"Shush both of you," Edward snapped.

"Touchy?" Emmett smirked.

Jacob got to his feet. "I'm going to tear your arm off."

Emmett looked ready for a fight, until Rosalie elbowed him in the stomach.

"You two have to make this decision," Carlisle said. "As a doctor, I can say that unless she is thrown around a lot or there severe mental strain, the unborn child should be fine." He paused. "Oh."

There was silence and Samara was still shaking in Jacob's arms and gasping for air. She met Bella's eyes of all people and saw the smug expression in her face. She wasn't bothering on hiding it. Samara stiffened.

"You," she whispered. "You're loving this."

Everyone looked from her to Bella and back again. Bella adopted an innocent expression, but Rosalie had seen it. She pursed her lips and turned away.

"She's upset," Bella said. "Don't mind what she says."

"She has every right," Rosalie said.

"Does she? She brought these witches to Forks and they weren't careful."

Samara got to her feet. Any trace of her sadness gone and replaced with anger. "You're a bitch," she said simply.

"I'm the bitch?" Bella scoffed. "I'm not the one who banged a dog and was knocked up!"

Jacob growled and Samara stared at her wide eyed. Even Rosalie looked surprised by the outburst. Edward set his jaw and looked at Jasper.

The blonde nodded and suddenly everyone relaxed. Jacob eyed the vampire and nodded curtly as he put an arm around Samara.

"Come with me, Bella," Edward said quietly, taking her arm and dragging her upstairs.

"She regretting her decision to be changed," Alice said. "I knew she would as soon as it happened. I just did not know when. Not being here for Charlie hurt her badly and seeing you with-and now the baby."

Samara had her arms wrapped around her middle again. She looked sick.

"Samara?" Jacob touched her shoulder.

"I have no choice. What if they find out I can't defend you all and do something worse. I can't loose you...or Quil or Sam, or Kim...or even Paul. And my parents-"

"They're smart...they went to Chief Swan. He's here too, with Billy. Brittany let it slip about witches while trying to defend why we are here and they are asking all sorts of questions and I've locked myself in the bathroom to keep them from getting to me and...I miss Seth! Billy made him leave."

"Oh no," Samara whispered. "We'll be right there."

"Hurry."

"Right." She hung up the phone. "Mom and dad are at your house, Jake."

Silence.

"What will you do?" Esme asked.

Samara turned to the woman. "Don't hate me."

"We should go," Jake said.

"We'll be around," Jasper said from his spot next to Alice. "We'll make sure your parent's are safe."

"Thank you," Samara told him, before letting Jacob lead her back to the car.

She still felt sick, and it had nothing to do with morning sickness. She was endangering the life of her child, to save the lives of countless other. Countless others, parents and brothers and sisters. Still, the thought of knowingly endangering her child was...she could not describe what it felt like.

Jacob turned off the engine and Samara saw a police car as well as a rental Honda in front of Jacob's house. She swallowed. She owned these people explanations, but at least she had Jacob on her side this time.